I’m lying in bed having barely slept. I can almost still taste the 1/2 a pack(full packet but too ashamed to admit it to myself) of malted milk biscuits from night before. A mild two day hangover still looms over me, mouth drier than the Sahara desert.
It’s 6:30am. Having got up at this time 5 times a week for the last two years it’s been a couple of chilled out weeks following our half marathon. I slur in bed, like a giant brown bear awaking from 6 months hibernation with a phobia of daylight. I pull on my leggings, tie my laces and leave the house. I eat my banana which is almost as thick and dry as my hangover head and I’m off to my first PT session in over a year, and with a new PT.
Following 1/2 marathon i decided to go on a two week binge of eating what the f*** I wanted, whenever I wanted to. And my PT is about to let me know this.
To cut a long, painful hour short the stats are as follows: 5kg gain since January 2015. Ah yes, muscle mass- it must be muscle mass I scream inside me head. Nope, 6% rise is body fat- of which my PT tells me 2% more resides in my left arm over my right. (Not to anyone taking photos of me- it’s official, my right hand side is my best).
So there it is. I can’t argue anymore and I can’t lie to myself. I’ve let myself slip, I’m head over heals in a joyous puddle of chocolate, crisps and booze and I’m reminded that we all need a little help from time to time.
Well the sales pitch worked- I’ve just booked 10 sessions pre Christmas to get me back in shape and embarrass me into action. AND I’M BLOODY LOVING IT.
Full review of my sessions so far will be written this week, but just a note to say- stop avoiding it, stop waiting until tomorrow to hop on the scales, stop avoiding contact wth the PT’s at your gym and get on it. Get realistic, get shocked if necessary and get in focus!!!!
Have a great weekend.